Početak bune protiv dahija

The Beginning of the Revolt against the Dahias

God in heaven! What a great miracle!
When it would be in country Serbia
That Serb country gets to turning over
And another justice comes into being.
Village knezes are not for a quarrel,
Turkish gluttons do not want it, either,
But poor peasants, they do want it, badly,
'Cause they can not pay the fines and taxes,
Nor suffer the Turkish evil-doing;
And God's servants, they are also eager,
'Cause the gore is boiling from the soil.
The time has come, the war should be waged now,
And the blood spilled for the cross righteous,
So that each man repents his ancestors.
Saints in heavens started waging battles,
And revealing diff'rent kinds of omens.
In the clear heavens of Serbia,
This is the first omen they have shown:
From the Triphon, to the day Saint George's,
Each night the Moon caught itself in heaven,
Calling the Serbs to stand to their weapons.
But Serbians, they just did not dare to.
Second omen that the Saints have shown,
From Saint George's to the day Saint Dmitre's,
Blood bespotted banners had been walking
In the clear heavens of Serbia
Calling the Serbs to stand to their weapons.
But Serbians, they just did not dare to.
The third omen that the Saints have shown,
Thunder blasted on the day Saint-Sava's,
Midst in winter, not in it's time proper,
Struck the lightning, the day of Chains Honest,
The earth shuddered from it's eastern skyline
Calling the Serbs to stand to their weapons.
But Serbians, they just did not dare to.
And fourth omen that the saints have shown,
In the clear heavens of Serbia,
The Sun got caught in the early springtime,
In the springtime, on the day Saint Triphon's,
It caught itself three times on this one day,
And three times it twitched in eastern heavens.
Turks from Belgrade are just watching all this,
And the city’s all the seven dahis:
Aganlija and Kučuk-Alija,
And two brothers, the two Fočic youngsters,;
Mehmed-Aga and with him Mus-aga,
Mula-Jusuf, the Great Dahia,
Derviš-Aga, the town's quartermaster,
Old man Fočo, at the age of hundred,
All the seven dahis came together,

On the Stamboul Gate of Belgrade fortress,
The scarlet cloaks hang over their shoulders,
Shedding tears, they watch the heaven's omens:
"Oh, my comrade! What unusual omens.
"This, companion, 'll never be good for us.";
In their troubles, all the seven dahis,
Ordered making of a clear glass tray ,
Scooped the water from the Danube river,
Brought it up to the Nebojša tower,
Put the tray on the top of the tower,
Where they captured the stars in the glass tray,
To let them see the heavenly omens,
What's going to be with them at the end;
All the seven dahis gathered 'round it
Over the tray they mirrored their faces,
When the dahis then looked at their faces ,
All the dahis saw it with their own eyes,
None of them had a head on his shoulders.
When they saw this, all the seven dahis,
They pulled out a short steel battle hatchet,
Smashed to pieces the clear shining glass tray,
Threw the glass tray down from the white tower,
From the tower, straight into the Danube;
Let no single splinter be left over.
From their sorrow, all the seven dahis,
Promenaded, all troubled and cheerless,
From the Jaksic’s Tower, the Nebojsa,
Strolling they came to a large coffehouse,
Then they sat down in the large coffehouse,
All, they sat down in this large coffehouse,
They all sat down, one next to another;
Old man Fočo at the head of table,
White beard reaching all the way down to waist;
So they called then, all the seven dahis:
"Come here, quickly, hojahs and waisies,
"Do bring with you all the Inje'el writings,
"And then look up, what the writings tell you,
"What’s going to be with us at the end?"
In their hurry, hojahs and waises.
Brought out all the holy Inje'el writings,
Books beholding, wine grape-tears shedding,
This is what they said to the dahis:
"Turks, my brothers, all the seven dahis,
"This is what the Inje'el-books tell us:
"As such omens once upon time happened,
"In the clear heavens of Serbia,
"There's five hundred years now since that happened,
"That was when the Serb empire perished,
"It was then that we conquered the empire,
"And despatched the two Wallach emperors ,

"Constantine, amidst Constantinople,
"by the Šarac, beside that cold river;
"Lazar as well, on the field Kosovo;
"Miloš has killed Murad for their Lazar,
"Hasn't killed him, though, at once and proper,
"But Murad could live to see the moment,
"When we conquered the Serbian Empire;
"Then he called his Lalas and Vizers:
" 'Turks, my brothers, Viziers and Lalas,
" 'I died but I gained an empire for you,
" 'Do obey the words that I shall tell you;
" 'That your empire be one of long standing,
" 'Don't be bitter to your peasant rayah;
" 'But very good to your rayah common,
" 'Let the tax be fifteen dinar coinage,
" 'Let it be all thirty dinars, even;
" 'Don't overdo the fines and the taxes,
" 'Don't you drive the misery on rayah,
" 'Do not touch the places of their worship,
" 'Neither the creed, nor the rayah's honor;
" 'Don't exact the revenge on the rayah;
" 'That Miloš has slit my body open,
" 'That's what soldier's fortune has decided;
" 'You cannot win yourself an empire,
" 'On soft matress, smoking the tobacco;
" 'Don't you drive the rayah to the forest,
" 'So the rayah eschews you and fears you,
" 'Take care of them as if they were your sons,
" 'That 'll give your empire a long standing,
" 'And If you don't obey what I tell you,
" 'But begin to tyrannize the rayah,
" 'You are going to loose the empire.'
"Sultan died and we have been left over,
"And we did not obey our emperor,
"But we started an enormous terror:
"Trod down on their face and on their honor,
"Every kind of misery we brought them,
"And we burdened rayah with the taxes
"We sinned against God our Lord almighty,
"Now again are those omens appearing,
"Now is someone 'bout to lose an empire.
"Don't you fear a king or any kingdom,
"No king will dare attack an emperor
"Nor a kingdom may attack an empire.
"Because the God has ordered it that way;
"But beware the miserable rayah,
"When the pickaxe and the mattock rises,
"There'll be torment for the Turks Meddinah's,
"In Syria the wives shall be weeping,
"From the rayah's most painful bereaving.

"Turks, my brothers, all the seven Dahis!;
"This is what our Injeel writings tell us,
"Your houses shall get burned down to ashes,
"You dahias shall all be beheaded,
"The grass 'll grow from your fireplaces,
"The cobwebs shall cover the minarets,
"There'll be no one left to pray the essan,
"And where our roads and cobblestones are,
"And where the Turks have day-daily travelled,
"With the horseshoes the hard cobbles marring;
"The grass shall sprout between the cobblestones,
"The roads will be yearning for the Turkish,
"There'll be no Turks to see anywhere.
"That is what the Inje'el writings tell us.''
When they heard this, all the seven dahis,
All the dahis, with their shoulders sagging
Turned their eyes down to the ground afore them,
None of them knows how a book is talked with,
Nor to answer what the book is saying.
Old man Fočo has curled his long beard up,
Gnawing at the white tussocks with his teeth,
Even he can't answer to the book's words,
But he wonders himself at this business;
One despaired not - Fočić Mehmed-aga,
Hero winced not, but he exclaimed loudly:
"Get out of here, hojahs and waises!
"You pray to God and lecture the essan,
"Every day and five times a day to it,
"Don't you worry about us dahis
"As long as the health and reason serve us,
"And as long we got the Belgrade fortress,
"We are able to govern the fortress,
"And poor rayah living all around it.
"When the kings shall not be warring with us,
"How shall rayah make us any trouble,
"When we have got, us seven dahias,
"Each one of us, a storeroom of treasure
"And what treasure? All in soft gold ducats,
"And all of it, the waste, reserve coinage;
"We 've got, brothers, us four great dahias,
"Aganlija and Kučuk-Alija,
"And me, too, like Mula-Jusuf as well,
"Each of us has an enormous treasure,
"Two storerooms each; it 's not even counted;
"When we four now all stand up, together,
"Rise together, easy, to our swift legs,
"When we open our storerooms with treasure,
"We shall spill the sov'reigns over cobbles.
"Raise an army with the golden ducats,
"The four of us, the Grand Dahias,

"We shall split the army into four parts,;
"All four of us, just like the four brothers
"We shall set forth then from our fortress,
"Through all of our seventeen land's counties,
"We shall cut down all Serbian leaders,
"All the leaders, the Serbian chieftains,
"And the village elders that may need it,
"And then the priests, the serbian teachers,
"We'll only leave children with no reason,
"Without reason, to the age of seven,
"They shall be the right and proper rayah
"And do a good service to the Turkish.
"Till I despatch the knez Palalija,
"From the lovely Begaljica village ,
"He's the general, I am a corporal;
"Till I despatch the knez Jovan as well,
"From Landovo, from that tiny village,
"He's the general, I am a corporal;
"And Stanoje, the knez from Zeoke,
"He's the general, I am a corporal;
"Till I despatch this Steva Jakovljev,
"From Lijevce, nest of highway-robbers,
"He's the general, I am a corporal;
"And knez Jovan, from Krsnica village.
"Till I despatch the two of Čarapić's
"From the B'jeli Potok of Avala;
"Who are able to come out to Vračar,
"And close the Turks into Belgrade fortress,
"He's the general, I am a corporal;
"Till I despatch this Crni Ðorđije,
"From Topola, from that haughty village,
"Who is trading with the Vienna's Kaiser,
"He can buy them all the ammunition,
"From the Kaiser's white Varadin city,
"And the weapons, that are necessary,
"He's capable of making war on us;
"He 's the Sultan, I am a corporal.
"Till I despatch the Vicar Nikola,
"From the pretty village of Ritopek,
"He's commanding; I am running errands.
"Till I despatch Ðorđije Guzonja,
"And his brother Arsenije as well,
"From the pretty village of Željeznik,
"Who's capable of closing Topčider;
"Till I despatch that Serb Vicar Marko,
"From the pretty village Ostružnica,
"He's the general, I am a corporal
"Till I despatch two Serbian abbots,
"Adži-Ðera, Adži-Ruvim as well;
"Who know how the gold can be dissolved,

"How it's used to write that tiny letters,
"That blacken us dahis to the Sultan;
"How to counsel the rayah around them,
"They're generals, we are the corporals.
"Till I despatch Birčanin-Ilija,
"Ober-Knez from below the Međednik,
"Surely it is full three years already,
"Since he, indeed, became very lordly,
"Wherever goes, always rides a grey horse,
"Still another on a leash behind him;
"His mace always hanging on the apple,
"And his moustache under the kalpak-hat;
"He lets no Turk into the knežina,
"When he finds a Turk in the knežina,
"With the mace he beats him all ribs broken ,
"And when the Turk, indeed, begins dying,
"He bellows, then, to his highway-robbers:
" 'Hey, you servants! Throw this dog to some place,
" 'Where the raven shall not find his bones.'
"And when he brings the levies and taxes,
"Fully armed he enters the audience,
"Puts his right hand on to the yataghan,
"Reaching over the tax with his left hand:
" 'Mehmed-aga, here are all the taxes,
" 'The poor people are sending the greetings,
" 'They can't give you any more than this here';
" Then I begin to count the tax money,
"But his eyes are shooting lightnings at me:
" 'Mehmed-aga! You're going to count it?
" 'I counted it, indeed, once already.'
"And I don't dare any more to count it ,
"But I throw it anywhere beside me,
"Cannot wait to get rid of the trouble,
"Cause I cannot bring myself to watch him;
"He's a general, I am the corporal.
"Till I despatch knez Grbović as well,
"From the pretty village of Mratišić,
"He's the general, I am a corporal.
"Till I despatch knez Aleksa as well,
"From the pretty Brankovina village,
"And Jakov, too, the Aleksa's brother,
"When the Sultan and the Kaiser quarrelled,
"They were both then colonels of Kaiser's,
"And they both wore the shiny gold peaked caps,
"They pillaged our fortified villages,
"Enslaved them all, burned them down to ashes;
"When the Sultan and the Kaiser made peace,
"They surrendered both, then, to the Sultan,
"And became the knezes by the Sultan.
"Many a Turk they blackened to Sultan,

"Seven pashas, indeed, have they blackened,
"First blackened them, after that murdered them;
"They are generals, we're the corporals.
"Till I despatch the knez of Tavnava
"The ober-knez Stanko from Ljutice;
"Till I despatch the knez of the Mačva,
"From Bogatić, Martinović Laza,
"He's the general, I am a corporal.
"Till I despatch the knez of Pocerje,
"From Metković, Ružičić-Mijajlo,
"He's the general, I am a corporal.;
"Till I burn down Rača on the Drina,
"And despatch this Hajji-Melentije,
"Who sailed across the bluegrey sea waters
"And visited the Wallach Ka'aba,
"By the way he made a call on Stamboul
"And swindled a charter from the Sultan,
"For a hundred golden-yellow ducats,
"To put up a Wallach house of worship,
"And to build it all in seven years,
"He finished it in a single year;
"It is, indeed, for six years already,
"That he builds the turrets all around it,
"Fills the turrets with the ammunition,
"And pulls in the cannon in the darkness,
"You see, my friend, he's expecting something!;
"After that we shall go through the counties,
"And cut down all the Serb village elders,
"How's the rayah going to bother us?"
All the dahis sprung to their feet at once,
All bowing down to the Mehmed-aga:
"Thank you, comrade, Fočić Memed-aga!
"Your reason is worthy of a pasha,
"We are going to make you a pasha,
"And obey your commands everywhere."
Old man Fočo has then begun speaking:
"What a fellow! What a brilliant reason!
"With what a word he becomes a pasha!
"Pick up some straw, my son Mehmed-aga,
"Pick the straw up with your noble white hand,
"Sweep the straw then over the ardent flames,
"Either you shall extinguish the flames,
"Or you're going to make it burn stronger?
"You can, indeed, the Lord gave it to you,
"You can gather such a mighty army,
"And you're going to walk through the counties,
"You can deceive one of all the knezes,
"And lure him in on the promised safety,
"You are going to loose all your credence,
"You cut down one, and two are escaping,

"You cut down two, four of them are fleeing,;
"These are going to burn down your houses,
"You dahias shall all get killed by them.
"It is better you don't do it that way,
"Rather listen to me, to the old man:
"I have looked up in our inje'el writings,;
"This now, says there, won't last for a long time,
"The empire is going to change hands,
"Instead, my son, get better to rayah,
"You reduce the taxes to the rayah,
"Let the tax be as Murad has told us,
"Better give up on the fines and levies,
"Make brotherhood with the serbian knezes,
"To the knezes you present the stallions,
"Fairish horses to the village elders,
"And with the priests you stay in collusion,
"Wouldn't we, too, survive with them somehow,
"Because this ours won't last for a long time.
"What for do we need any more treasure?
"If you'd mill it, you could never eat it ."
But now answers Fočić Memed-aga:
"My old daddy, not listening to you."
As he said that, he sprung up to his feet,
And after him all the other dahis,
Then they fired the guns from the fortress,
Rose an army with the golden ducats,;
All four of the country's great dahias:
Aganlija and Kučuk-Alija,
Mula-Jusuf, Fočić Memed-aga,
They have split the army into four parts,;
All four of them, just like the four brothers
Then they opened the gates of the city,
And went with the army to inspection,
Through each of their seventeen land's counties.
They betrayed the first Serbian leader:
They allured in the knez Palalija.
And dispatched him in the Grocka village;
And Stanoje, the knez from Zeoke,
They betrayed him, dispatched him thereafter,
On premises his own stately home's.
They double-crossed Marko Čarapić, too;
They betrayed him, dispatched him thereafter;
And the army captain Janko Gagić,
From the Boleč, from that little village;
They dispatched the knez Teofan as well,
From Orašje, Smederevo county;
The knez Petar from Resava, as well;
They betrayed the army captain Mate,
From Lipovac near Kragujevac,
And they dispatched this young captain as well;

They reached the church of Morava county,;
That is where they dispatched Adži-Ðera,
Adži-Ruvim they sent to the city,
In the city they dispatched him as well.
Mehmed-aga arrived in Valjevo.
Grbović has got wind, what's preparing,
So he escaped away from the city.
But then came the ober-knez Aleksa ,
And so came, too, Birčanin Ilija ,
Mehmed-aga has caught them both promptly
Then he tied their noble hands together,
And he took them to bridge Kolubara's
As it dawned on ober-knez Aleksa ,
That the Turks shall execute them both there,
He proposed to Fočić Memed-aga:
'Your lordship, sir, Fočić Memed-aga!;
'Do grant my life on the field of battle,'
I shall give you six purses of ducats.'
Mehmed-aga answers to Aleksa:
'I can't, indeed, let you go, Aleksa,
even if you gave a hundred purses.'
But then declares Bircanin Ilija :
'Your lordship, sir, Fočić Memed-aga!;
'I shall give you the hundred sacks, even,
'Do grant my life on the field of battle,'
Answers to him Fočić Mehmed-aga:;
'Don't speak foolish, Birčanin Ilija!
'Who would release a wolf from the forrest?'
Mehmed-aga shouted at the headsman,
Headsman drew the sabre beneath his train,
And at once cut the Ilija's head off.
But Aleksa sat down on the bridge there,
And these are the words he started speaking:
"May God destroy each and every Christian,
"Who is trusting the word of the Turkish!
"Ah, my Jakov, my dearest brother!;
"Don't you trust the word of the Turkish,
"Wherever you find them, brother, fight them."
Aleksa was going to speak further,
But the headsman allowed him no speaking,
Drew the sabre, cut his head off promptly.
As the both of the Serb knezes perished,
On the bridge there, amidst Kolubara,
Knez Aleksa, Birčanin Ilija;
Adži-Ruvim in the midst of Belgrade,
On the same day, at the same hour as well,
The fiery sun above them darkened.
Mehmed-aga hurried to the quarters,
Wouldn't he catch any other Serbs there,
To choose some more of them for beheading,

But when the Serbs have noticed the sorrow,
They got away at once from the city,
Not a single came to Mehmed-aga.
When he saw that, Fočić Mehmed-aga,
Could see at once that he made it worse yet,
And right away he came to regret it,
But it's too late for regretting it now,
So he called then to his twelve brave champions,
And to Uzun, his coffee-attendant,
"Do you hear this, my hawks and my eagles!
"Bestride quickly some very good horses,
"And then gallop to Topola-village,
"Couldn't we there despatch the Black Ðorđe,
"If it happens that he escapes us now,
"You should know that nothing good is coming"
When they heard this, his twelve daring champions,
Mounted at once their excellent horses,
Led by Uzun, the coffee-attendant,
And they went to the Topola village,
At Saturday, on the eve of Sunday;
At the Sunday's dawning they arrived there,
Before the dawn and before the daylight,
And surrounded the Ðorđije's homestead,
Approaching it from the both entrances;
And they shouted from the two directions:
"Do come out here, you Petrović Ðorđe!"
Who can deceive the furious dragon?
Who is going to find him still sleepy?
The brave Ðorđe had acquired a habit,
To rise early, always 'fore the daybreak,
To wash his face and pray the Lords prayer,
And to drink a glass of brandy each time.
Ðorđe has been up before, already,
And then he went down to the deep cellars.
When he saw the Turks around the homestead,
He refrained from answering their calling,
But his young wife has answered them promptly:
"May Almighty be with you Turks tonight,
"What do you want here at these early hours?
" Ðorđe just stood here afore the homestead,
"Was there just now, then he went off somewhere,
"And I don't know, where or which direction."
And Ðorđe is listening and watching.
When he counted all the Turks there present,
He drunk the glass and powder'd the musket,
And took enough of the lead and powder,;
Then he came out to his stalls and pigsties,
Right there among the twelwe of his shepherds;
When he came there, he woke up the shepherds,
And these are the words he told his shepherds:

"My dear brothers, my twelve trusty shepherds!;
"Do stand up now and open the pigsties,
"And drive the swines all out of the pigsties,
"Then let them go wherever they like to.
" And you brothers, do obey my words now,
"And powder your decorated muskets,
" God allowing that this, indeed, happens,
"What I intend carrying out today,
"I am going to make you all famous,
"Overlay you with the gold and silver,
"And then dress you in the silk and velvet"
All the herdsmen couldn't wait to hear this,
They drove out all the swines from the pigsties,
Then powdered the decorated muskets,
Straight away they accompanied Ðorđe.
Ðorđe then went at once to his homestead,
And when he caught the sight of the Turks there,
These are the words that Ðorđe has spoken:
"Do you hear me, my twelve trusty shepherds!
"Each one of you takes aim at a Turk now,
"But no one should start firing the weapon,
"Until the mine sounds, firing the first shot.
"I' ll target their leader, Uzun Memed,
"You shall see what's going to befall him."
As Petrović Ðorđe uttered these words,
He threw himself down and fired the musket,;
The gun sounded, not in vain for certain,
Where he has aimed, Djordje scored a hit, too,
Uzun fell dead from his dappled-grey horse.
And when the twelve good shepherds have seen this;
The twelve muskets cracked at the same instant,;
Six of the Turks fell dead on the spot there,
Another six run away, still mounted.
Ðorđe now called people in Topola,
So he gathered even more companions,
Along the tracks, indeed, they chased the Turks,
Chasing them down to Sibnica village,
The Turks escaped there into a lodging-house,
Bless their mothers, if they could survive there!
Surrounding them, Ðorđe with companions,
He called now the Sibnica villagers,;
From Sibnica all men raced to join him;
Hundred heroes gathered now at that place,
The Serbs burnt down the lodging house at once,
And three of the Turks died in the flames there,
The three others run out right before them ,;
And here the Serbs executed all three.
Ðorđe sent the letters, all directions,
To all of the seventeen land's counties,
To all the kmets, all the village elders:

" Everyone kill your local subasha;
"Hide the wives and children in refuges.“
When the Serbian chiefs have heard this,
They obeyed the Ðorđe's order at once.
They rose to their swift legs the same moment,
And they girded their glittering weapons,
Everyone killed his county's subasha,
And brought the wives and kids to refuges,
When Ðorđe brought the Serbs to mutiny,
Set them at odds with the Turks already,
Then he passed through all of the land's counties,;
Burning down the Turkish border stations,
And he brought down the turkish watchtowers,
And attacked the fortified villages,
Burning them all down to dust and ashes,
Women and men, putting them all to sword,
He set the Serbs at odds with Turks, deeply.
The Turks think, the rayah are all funnies,
But the rayah is ruling the cities,
It rose from the ground just like the grass grows.
Into the towns they cornered the Turkish;;
Ðorđe races, one town to another,
And he shouts there to the inhabitants:
"Do you hear me, you Turkish town-dwellers!
"Open up all the gates of the cities,
"And deliver the tyrants amongst you,
"If you want to live peacefully further,
"So that we don't spoil the Sultan's cities;
"Because, if you will not give them to us,
"Among yourselves, all the Turkish tyrants,
"These cities have been built by the rayah,
"It has built them nine years long, each town ,
"It can destroy them in a single day,
"And begin a quarrel with the Sultan;
"And when we do get at odds with Sultan,
"Even if all the seven kings would rise,
"All together, they can't reconcile us:
"We are going to fight to the last man."
The town-dwellers would be shedding tears then,
And addressing Ðorđije with such words:
"Ðorđije-bey, the head of Serbia!;
"We shall give you what the rayah asks for,
"Neither spoil the Sultan's proud cities,
"Nor you begin a strife with the Sultan,
"We'll surrender all the Turkish tyrants."
So they stood up, the Turkish town-dwellers,
Opened up all the gates of the cities,
Delivering the tyrants among them,
Tyrannizing, evil Turkish gluttons,
They give over to the hands of Serbians.

My dearest God and Holy Madonna!;
When the noble white hands of the Serbs there
Got hold of the Turkish evildoers,
And when the Serbs started ushering them
Over the field without all the garments,
Without fur-coats and without the jackets,
Without turbans but wearing the small caps
Without the boots and without moccasins;
Naked and barefoot Turks they beat with maces:
"Listen, my lord! How about our taxes?”
Midst in the field Ðorđe pulls the sable,
And cuts off the heads of all the tyrants.
And when Ðorđe cut down all the Turks there
When he cut down all the Turkish tyrants,
He then entered the fortified cities,
Among the Turks from all the proud cities,
Who was for the cutting down, he cut down,
He delivered who should be delivered,
Who was for the baptizing, he baptized.
When Ðorđe has mastered the Serbia,
And crossed Serbia with the Cross righteous,
And sheltered the country under his wing,
From Vidin-town down to Drina river,
From Kosovo all the way to Belgrade,
With these words, then, Ðorđe spoke to Drina:
"Drina water! You noble frontier;
" 'Tween Bosnia and between Serbia!
"It won't be long, the time is arriving,
"Am going to get across you, as well
"And visit the honored Bosnia."

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